A story for Halloween month
Govindram, who hails from
Rajasthan, was Periasami’s neighbour for five years in Tiruppur. When Govindram
moved to the southern town, Periasami’s family was helpful initially. He did
not know the customs and language of the new place.
Though wealthy, he never lent money as he
was not in a money-lending business. But his usual caution gave way when
his wife pleaded with him on behalf of Periasami’s family. She fell for
the sob story of pressing need from Mrs Periasami and her assurance that
the loan of Rs 25,000 would be returned in a few months. Even after a year,
there was no sign of money being returned. Gentle reminders proved to little
avail. There was no documentary evidence for the loan given. Being soft by
nature Govindram relied only on polite demands for repayment even by
instalments. While Periasami did not deny the liability, he always requested
more time.
After learning, the
nuances of manufacturing and marketing of hosiery goods, Govindram shifted to
Jaipur to start his own business. Periasami assured him that his money was safe
with him and that he would return in four instalments without fail with the
repayment commencing after three months. It was more than three years
since Govindram left. He did not get a penny. Though Govindram had lost hope of
getting back the money and was reconciled to write it off, he kept reminding Periasami
at regular intervals.
Mani, a 12-year-old boy,
had come on summer vacation for two months to stay with his uncle Periasami
and aunt at Tiruppur. The boy knew from the casual conversations between
his uncle and aunt about the loan they owed to a North Indian Marwari and his
frequent reminders and their inability to return.
During this period, Govindram had to
visit Tiruppur in connection with a big order he had secured. He decided to
meet Periasami to recover the money or at least take something in writing as
proof of the loan taken.
When he knocked at the
door one evening at 7 PM, Mani opened the door.
“Where are Periasamis? Are
they in the house? I have not seen you earlier,” asked Govindram in broken
Tamil. Mani could immediately identify him as the person his uncle
owed money to.
“I am Mani, nephew of
Periasami uncle. My aunt has gone out and should return in an hour or so. What
is your name, Sir, for me to inform my aunt?” replied the youngster.
“Where is your uncle? Call
him,” instructed Govindram.
“He is no more. Are you
not aware that he died of a sudden heart attack about two years back? As
my aunt was afraid to stay alone, my parents sent me here,” replied Mani
“Oh, oh, my God,
I never knew. There was no intimation too from your aunt. I will wait for
her. I hope she will come soon, “said Govindram in a softened tone.
“Please come in and sit. It
is not advisable to stay outside here after it gets dark. Can you tell
me, if it is alright, what for you wished to meet my uncle or aunt?” asked
the young boy.
“They owe me some money
for more than five years. I came to ask them to return the amount. By
the way, why did you say it is not safe to stay outside? Any menace from
stray dogs” asked Govindram with anxiety on his face.
“The threat is not from
dogs but something … worse.,” Mani whispered, his voice taking on a spooky
tone. Ever since my uncle died, a ghost has been frequenting this house
after dusk and barges in loudly even if the door or windows are closed. You
can see then things getting scattered as if being thrown about in anger like
it’s searching for something,” Mani paused dramatically before continuing,”
Aunt thinks it’s looking for someone who owes it something. She even suspects it
could be violent from the manner it enters and behaves in the house. After
a short while it disappears, though on a few occasions, it has visited more
than once the same night especially if there are visitors,” explained
the boy gratuitously in great detail.
Govindram’s anxiety shot
up several notches. “Was there any ghost earlier before your uncle’s demise?
Whose spirit could this be, could your aunt guess,” asked Govindram
“Initially she had no
idea. After repeated visits, she felt, from the way the ghost moved
to different rooms with ease, angrily throwing the clothes about from the
closets, and the way it lingered in the bedroom, it could be uncle
revisiting his home. She has told me once that my uncle is visiting fearing
the lender or his recovery agents, may cause trouble for her. For this
reason, my aunt wished that I stay with her and my father readily agreed
as there is also a good school nearby,” said Mani.
Govindram looked nervously
at his watch showing 7.35 PM. It was dark and silent outside and he could hear
only the patter of a drizzle. He was twiddling his fingers in vague fear.
It was then there was a
knock on the door. Govindram started perspiring. Unperturbed, Mani looked
through a peephole and opened the door for his aunt Ms Periasami. A relief
washed over Govindram and after customary salutation expressed his sadness at
the passing away of her husband Periasami.
Shocked, she wiped
her eyes with her sari even as she looked at Mani nodding slightly and pleading
with his eyes and then turned to Govindram to say,” Nothing is in our hands.
We are helpless. ”
“I agree with you there
are things beyond our control. I am concerned to hear that you are being
troubled by nocturnal visits of a ghost almost daily. Do you believe it could
be your late husband, as your nephew tells me? He also mentioned that it seemed
prone to violence against those who displeased it,” asked Govindram.
Before she could respond,
there was the unmistakable sound of the gate opening, followed by loud, slurred
curses. Heavy knocks rattled the door, and Mani peered through the peephole
again.
“It’s him,” he said
gravely, turning to his aunt. “He’s back. And he’s angry.”
Govindram’s face turned
pale. “H-him? Who’s him?”
Without batting an eyelid,
Mani said, “Uncle...”
Govindram’s legs turned to
jelly. Peering through the peephole, he saw the silhouette of a figure waving a
walking stick and howling like a drunk. The sight was enough to send Govindram
into a panic.
The next moment, he ran
towards the rear door vowing never to return.
Mani opened the door to
let a drunk Periasami in with his aunt screaming at her husband,” You worthless
man, you have absolutely no shame in not repaying the loan you took years
ago and yet squander money on drinking daily. That Marwadi neighbour came
just now looking for you. I do not know what Mani told him and he ran away
in mortal fear.”
When Mani’s bluff sunk in,
all the three roared in laughter not knowing Govindram had tripped at the rear
entrance and was lying on the ground hearing their boisterous jubilation.